Seven Things

I’ve been tagged by the Task Mistress, again. So here’s the seven questions answered, to the best of me abilities:

1. Do you think you're hot?

A = Yeah… dead right, I’m hot. At that Soya-milk age where I have to have a window open all the time!

2. Upload a picture or wallpaper you're using at the moment.

A = Daisy, Daisy give me ya answer do… Can yer build me up buttercup?  

3. When was the last time you ate chicken?
A = Real chicken was a couple of weeks ago, fake chilli chicken flavoured strips last Thursday!

4. The song you listened to recently:
A = Here I Go Again, by Dolly Parton.

5. What were you thinking as you were doing this?
A = I should be working on me Sitcom!

6. Do you have nicknames? What are they?

 A = Just call me gorgeous!  

 

7. Tag 3 other bloggers so they can answer these questions:

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, let’s hear it for the girls:

Miss Kracken

Miss Sweetie

Miss Hawk

And commiserations go to... The Big Gals Blouse!

Here We Go Again

Here we go again… just when I began to get meself together,

You looked into my sty

And saw me piggy eyes

And wrapped me hams round your sausage dipper

Inspired by: Dolly's Here We Go Again

Call the Dead People

Listening to the radio, the other day, I thought I heard an ad say: “call the dead people to talk about your dead”.

Wow… A direct line to the other side!  What’s the number?

Joking aside, that’s what I do, being a developing medium an all. Although, dead only applies, in my opinion, to the shell suit, throw away body we inhabit in our earthly existence. As a Spiritualist, I believe that life is eternal and you can’t die. Sometimes, talking to the dearly departed, my preferred term for dead people, is easier than trying to strike up a conversation with the living, but I guess we all have our own challenges with communication and the ever growing choices in media.

The ad, by the way, was about debt. My hearing may be on the decline, along with my eyesight, but I still feel and sense that somewhere in this world, there’s got to be a reason to live and stand up for what’s right!

Mahatma Gandhi once said: “Earth provides enough to satisfy every man's need, but not every man's greed”.

That quote came to mind when reading “Meltdown” by Ben Elton. A thought provoking and inspiring story about the rise and fall of fortunes, and what truly matters in times of adversity! 

Versatile Blogger Award

Yup, my good friend Patsy has given me a not so subtle nudge to expose meself, yet again, by presenting me with an award and an opportunity to pass the honour forward.

The exposure, I’m pleased to say, is not of me ample assets but seven things about who I am, so here they are:

I eat, and chocolate is my favourite treat.

I sleep, and that’s as far as I’m going on nocturnal matters. 

I drink alcohol, when the mood takes me, but don’t see it as a hobby or social sport.

I still have all my own teeth. A complete healthy set, including wisdom ones, still residing in me gums, not in a jar!

I’m not just for entertainment purposes only. I’m also a developing medium.

I write, and my dream is to be a scriptwriter when I grow up.

I love where I live, and there’s no place like home.

And here's seven winners for this prestigious award:

Coming back at yer,  Patsy

  

Mister Valance, of course!

Kracken, cos I see someone a lot like me, in this gal.

Elizabeth Campbell, a fellow Scotster.

Miss Sweet, cos me eyes are bigger than me belly.

Miss Cecile, because saucy stuff sells.

Miss Hawk, as above, or depending on your positioning, I guess ;o)

Happy blogging, cyber world.

A Highland Wee-Treat

Tongue tied and restless, what was I suppose to say? 

“You really don’t know, do you?”

I thought I did, but that was at first sight, after he’d stepped on my toes and made such a fuss.

It was just a group of us messing around, friends of friends, and a string of holiday cottages that held us together. Sun, sea and chocolate spread sandwiches under kiss me quick hats. No sign of donkeys under the silver grey skies, just the tell tale derricks off-shore to confirm the not so corny highland hide away.

Tom had arrived alone, but was unexpectedly joined on the second day by a stunning blonde bearing charm, intellect and a passion for cooking. Why did I care? If she wanted to feed the five thousand, then good luck to her! Fortunately, a stomach bug allowed for a tactful retreat in order to contemplate the rush of feelings that staring into a stranger’s eyes had wielded.

“Hello, beautiful. Feeling any better today?”

I thought everyone had gone off exploring, again, but there was Tom, towering above my blanket covered mass on the grass beneath him. My tongue glued itself to the roof of my mouth. What else could I do, but nod!

“Can I get you any lunch?”

I felt like a goldfish as my mouth opened and closed, filling the air with silence.

“You don’t know, do you?”

Yup… I guess I am a complete idiot compared to some!

“I’m not really hungry, but thanks all the same to Kelly for thinking about me!”

“Kelly’s gone; it's me who’s asking.”  

A wry smile slid across Tom’s face. “You really don’t know do you?”

His gaze locked onto mine, just like it did on that very first day. The thought of Kelly dishing out her healthy option cookies was fading fast.

Without further delay, Tom was sitting at my side and thrusting a Twinkle Toes chocolate bar into my hands.

“I forgot I ordered this, after my clumsy attempt to get close to you. When it arrived today, I remembered why.”

How could I possibly resist a moment on the lips?

A Cuddle Up Tail Tale

I haven't been able to link this blog up here, yet, so I'm creating a post to share this lovely tail: 

Do Unto Others

Rocks and Water

Been on ma travels, mainly along the south coast, and even though the beaches can be rocky, occasionally gritty, England has some very fine, and beautiful beaches.